Bullet Souls Novels & Stories

They weren't alone in this, they had the most powerful freaking mafia in LA helping them. "Wait, how do they know about the Bullet Agency?" Eden asked. "Every criminal knows about the Bullet Agency. This place is home to many criminals, Eden." Malakai said and Eden wasn't surprised anymore at this point.

I don’t want to know. “Don’t be a fool Astaroth she is your undoing,” the flames hissed once more before the crackle of wood, returned her face disappearing into smoke. I poured myself another glass … my undoing? I wished they would offer more guidance, maybe reveal who was responsible for these mysterious silver bullets, instead of my little wolf. Still, I felt it trickle down my spine, seeping into my very being. There is one thing I can always count on: the flames are never wrong. Never.

His head throbbed, pulse quickened and blood flowed through each of his veins at the speed of light. His body was burning in fury just like the dry dead branches burned caught in the flaming fire. Burned till the monstrous flame extinguished at last satisfied by turning the branch into ashes.

She pulled a small blade from her belt and drove it toward his gut. A gunshot echoed. Delilah jerked forward, stunned. Blood spread across her blouse like spilled ink. She turned— Amara stood in the hallway behind her, pistol raised, eyes wild. Delilah stumbled back, reaching for Matteo’s face. "I would’ve burned the world with you," she rasped. He caught her as she fell. Lowered her gently to the floor. Her eyes fluttered closed. A faint smile ghosted across her lips. Then she was gone.

The bullet dries off the blood of a Lycan in madness, it was specifically made for a Lycan who ends up falling into madness and resisting restraints. It eats up the very being of the beast from the inside as long as the bullet is in his body, a mixture of silver bullet, Wolfsbane and the Lycan poisonous blood. That explains the shredding of the piece of cloth in Stephen’s hand. He must have struggled to remove the bullet in his chest. A finality settles over them. The search is over. There is nothing left to find. Stephen is the first to speak. His voice is quiet but firm. “We return to the pack.”

“Mn? This... what is going on?” The eyes of countless people nearly popped out of their sockets as they stared at the large number of metal bullets coming to a halt around the youth’s Starsoul. Nefarious, this was simply too nefarious. “What happened?” Seeing the static metal bullet, the group of men in black were all stunned. They almost couldn't believe their eyes. "Disperse!" Under everyone’s watchful eyes, the young man’s star soul slowly spoke.

I know I can, I know I can survive this hellhound chaos because this time I have someone who believes in me. "WAYNE!"

The snapping of the mate bond was enough pain to last a lifetime. “Bond not of the moon. Bond not of the goddess. But bond by choice. I pronounce you mates by choice. Equals in the sight of the goddess. An Alpha and his Luna.” Gaza grips our bleeding palms and joins it together. His lips move in soundless chants. My wolf howls at the unfamiliar bond that snaps into place. Lysandra’s eyes flash, and so does mine. My jaw clenches and Lysandra’s grip tightens in mine. “All rise before your Alpha and Luna of Ashbane Pack!”

Chapter 2: The Rot Beneath The next morning, Atlas wakes with the shape of the girl still burned into his mind. Her white hair, the way she didn’t move even when the wind picked up. She’d looked like she belonged there, a fixture among the dead. His dreams hadn’t been any kinder. He’d dreamt of bones beneath his skin, shifting like they were trying to get out. He'd dreamt of voices whispering in the dark, too low to understand but heavy with meaning.

Was this transfer the only thing that could soothe the darkness inside them? Regardless of the answer, pleasure struck me in a violent wave, setting every nerve in my body on fire. My cry was muffled against Pavel’s chest, and I felt Alexei tremble behind me. One final thrust—deep, possessive—and both of them followed me into the abyss, their bodies spilling into mine with guttural moans of satisfaction.